If you live your life slowly, you live only half life;
The cow quickly balks, moving smartly in place with a haste that has pride flooding her chest. But the sensation is smothered by the panic of her mount, his body electrifying with a sudden movement that nearly sends her sprawling. Her features slip back to normal, grip tightening on the reins to hold herself upright. "It's just me Custard! Calm down!" Annoyance and exasperation color her tone as she settles him, huffing out a warm breath to turn him back on track.
Nova joins the others around the pens, sitting back in her saddles as Colt lists out the tasks to be done. Her magic would probably be enough to hold down the restless calves, but she doesn't love the idea of getting sweaty and dirty wrangling them; and she doesn't know the first thing about medications - even if lighting stuff on fire and chopping balls off sounds pretty fun. So she claims the sorting, guiding Custard into the pens like a performer taking the stage.
Feeling like the conductor of chaos, Nova throws her hands out, magic coiling through the space. Gusts of glittering wind split herds, pushing apart cows and calves then opening gates to separate them. It's gentle, but forceful in a manner that recommends the creatures listen to her, the power painting the space in colors that make her smile, hair flicking wildly around her features.
Nova helps to sort the cows from the calves!
Nova joins the others around the pens, sitting back in her saddles as Colt lists out the tasks to be done. Her magic would probably be enough to hold down the restless calves, but she doesn't love the idea of getting sweaty and dirty wrangling them; and she doesn't know the first thing about medications - even if lighting stuff on fire and chopping balls off sounds pretty fun. So she claims the sorting, guiding Custard into the pens like a performer taking the stage.
Feeling like the conductor of chaos, Nova throws her hands out, magic coiling through the space. Gusts of glittering wind split herds, pushing apart cows and calves then opening gates to separate them. It's gentle, but forceful in a manner that recommends the creatures listen to her, the power painting the space in colors that make her smile, hair flicking wildly around her features.
Nova helps to sort the cows from the calves!
Nova
if you live your life fast, you live five lives or ten lives or fifteen lives!
